“You’re a lot hotter than I thought you were,” she said suddenly. Her eyes then did a slow survey over his face and moved down his chest.
“Women get really angry if men do that,” he drawled, trying to stomp down the sudden burst of heat that surged through him at her look.
This is Blue Jay McAllister of the hippie McAllisters. You don’t lust after her.
“Consider it payback, then.” She put her hand on her chin and studied him.
Some powerful people in his time had studied Jay, but right then, he felt a need to squirm in his seat. Partly because of the fact that he was suddenly hard.
Must be the alcohol.
“I’ve always looked the same,” he said manfully, trying not to check out the cleavage her current position afforded him.
“No. You’re usually messy.”
“So because I’m put together in a suit, I’m suddenly easier on the eyes?”
The smile that curved her lips was slow and sexy. “I like well-put-together people. After all, I am—was—in the fashion industry.”
Hell, she was hot, and Jay had a feeling this could go south really fast, but he didn’t want to stop it.
“Is that suit tailor-made to fit your body?”
The words weren’t exactly purred, but it was close. Her eyes surveyed him again.
Blue Jay McAllister was flirting with him, and he should have an issue with that, but Jay found he didn’t.
When his phone rang, he pulled it out of his pocket, happy for the distraction, and answered.
“Haddon.” He listened to what was said and then cut the call after saying, “I’ll get that to you at once, sir.”
“Trouble?” She was slurping on her fourth cocktail.
“No. I just need to head up to my room and get something.”
“Does your room have a view of Central Park?”
He nodded. “You want to come and take a look while I do what I need to? Then I can put you in a cab.”Bad move, Jay. Bad, bad, bad. Don’t take her up to your room.
She frowned. “I’m not drunk.”
He studied her. She wasn’t, but she was definitely a little tipsy. “Okay. Let’s go.”
He grabbed her box from under the table, and they walked to the elevator. He jabbed the button for the top floor.
She was standing close enough that their bodies brushed, which was not helping his awareness of this woman. Then there was her soft scent that seemed to slide up his nostrils.Sexy.
“Wow. You must have lots of money, or whoever you’re working with does. The top floor in this place would cost half a year’s salary,” Blue said.
“Lucky for me, I don’t have to pay then.”
When they reached his room, he swiped, and they entered.
“Oh my god!” she squealed and ran to the floor-to-ceiling windows that were the first thing you saw when you walked into the lounge.
Jay had long since lost the excitement for staying in the places he did. They were just beds until he had finished what he needed to do.
He threw his jacket on a chair, left her, and went to his laptop, glad for the distance he was putting between them. He turned it on, and then found the document he needed andforwarded it to the high-ranking military official who had called him. Jay then shut it down.
